Page 44 of Gamble with Me
Pinning her down onto the couch, I lay on her and entered her from behind. A loud moan broke free from her lips. She dug her nails into my thigh, only my pants blocking her from tearing my skin.
"Who did you show yourself to?" I snarled, thrusting into her violently. My control almost slipped, and a tiny voice in my head whispered to me that this could end badly, but I ignored it. I wanted her so damn much I couldn't contain myself.
"You," she whined, arching her back, giving me better access. I tugged on the leash, my lips brushing against her earlobe while my cock took her over and over again.
"Repeat it!" I demanded, and she moved her hand from my thigh to my forearm, clawing at it.
"You!" she cried out, turning her head to the side, and our eyes met momentarily. "I showed…myself to you."
A strong wave of relief, pleasure, and happiness washed over me, pushing me only toward one goal: making her mine. That woman, wailing under me, was the cherry on top of the cake, a desirable Christmas present, the light at the end of the tunnel. She was a drug, coursing through my system, igniting the fire in my veins, yet at the same time, calming me down, chaining me. Only she could quench my thirst, the hunger that tortured me, the craving itching in my bones. She was my goddess, the new religion sending me into a spiral of delicious sins. She was my temptation, damnation, and redemption. She was everything.
"You're so fucking perfect," I rasped, grasping Valeria's hand and covering it with my palm. Her loud screams and pants were probably heard in the entire building. She entwined our fingers, turning her sweaty face to me.
"Make me come!" she commanded, tilting her head back. I almost finished at that very moment. No woman ever dared to order me. Fireworks exploded under my skin, clouding my vision.
I sneaked my arm under Valeria's sweaty, trembling body, wrapping my hand around her throat like a necklace. A few whimpers mixed with groans flew out of her before she stiffened, and her pussy rhythmically clamped around my cock. I continued with my movements, relishing in her screams and cries, until I couldn't hold my climax any longer.
Without thinking, I released my load into Valeria's clamping wet pussy, roaring like an animal. I pressed my forehead against her shoulder, trying to catch my breath while she gasped under me.
This really wasn't the way I imagined our date going. I hoped we would end up in bed, but this was unexpected. And when reality hit me, and Valeria wanted to untangle herself from me, a strange nervousness overcame my thoughts. But I instantly buried it in my subconscious.
After this adventure, she was forever mine.
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Valeria
My mind was completely empty. The thundering of my heart sounded in my ears, and my lungs fought for air. The tight hold of the belt on my neck lessened, and the weight pushing me into the couch slightly lifted. My fingers were entwined with my stalker's hand, and he was still inside me when I turned my head to the side, seeing only the wave of black hair.
He supported himself on the elbow of his other arm. Otherwise, he would've crushed me, and his painted face was buried in my neck. Yet he didn't move.
"You're heavy," I breathed, unsure how to address him. Freak wasn't very appropriate after he fucked me like the whore from the highway.
"You're delicious," he countered, placing a gentle kiss on my jaw, and my heart fluttered.
Slowly, he pulled away, making me gasp when the cold air brushed my pussy. I turned on my back, stretching my arms above my head and sighing in contentment. I watched him as he sat up and placed my legs on his lap, massaging my calf. With his other hand, he fished a box of cigarettes from the inner pocket of his black suit jacket and lit one. The heavy smoke filled my nostrils, and I inhaled deeply, instantly craving a dose of nicotine. I stopped smoking when I got pregnant years ago, but it was still my weakness.
"Want one?" The white eyes met mine, and my insides quivered with unfamiliar excitement. His unusual appearance evoked my deepest dark fantasies, and my pussyclenched happily when a brief thought about him chasing me around the apartment popped up.
I stretched my arm toward him, and he gave me a lit cigarette, watching my every move as I placed it into my mouth and inhaled. It burned in my throat, and I closed my eyes, feeling like a junkie that tasted their favorite drug.
"We are insane," I whispered, looking through hooded eyes at the man responsible for the mess in my head. My feelings and thoughts were in complete chaos. There was nothing I could use to justify my behavior or the pleasure I felt when he chased me or put me on a leash. I loved every fucking second of this freak show, and it scared the shit out of me.
"I never presented myself otherwise, mon cœur," he replied, one corner of his mouth slightly lifting in a half-smile. It was ridiculous how much effort he put into hiding his identity. Or maybe there was something else behind it.
"Do you like to pretend you're someone else?" I asked, putting out a half-smoked cigarette and lifting myself. "Do you enjoy playing games and disguising yourself?"
I sat on his lap, straddling him and wrapping my arms around his neck. In the dim light, he looked hypnotized by me. Behind all that art was a man enchanted by me, and it fascinated me how easily he got under my skin and between my legs.
Absurdly, like in some twisted reality, my body wished to run away from him only to be chased no matter where I went. I craved being the prey that teased and tormented him. I would love to outplay him in his own game just to lose to the prospect of the sweet, dangerous temptation.
In a short time, he showed me parts of myself I was terrified to see and accept. But he was no different. Perhaps his desires and fantasies were even crazier than mine, and he liked to see the darkness in me that he elicited. He opened Pandora's box, and my curiosity was stronger despite the panic that tightened my stomach.
"It's not a game, Valeria. I want you," he stated huskily, moving his hands up my thighs to my hips.
A shiver ran over my entire body, but not from the cold. His words brought to life every cell and nerve in my body. As irrational as it sounded, I believed him.
Years in a marriage with Chester almost killed the passionate woman that I naturally was, but in the arms of my stalker, I blossomed. I’d certainly lost my mind, yet I didn't care. I loved that feeling too much to let it disappear before thoroughly enjoying it.
